tempus neminem non manet / a throne is only a bench
covered with velvet / With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority / Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death / The skies over your head 'aint safe no more And hip-hop ain't your home And if it is, then you fuckin' up the crib, son /